The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall. It hung. You stood at the edge of the moor, the wet grass clinging to your boots like the fingers of the dead. The mist was thick, a white curtain that swallowed the world beyond ten paces. You were alone. You had been alone for three days. Your companion, Elias, was gone. You looked at the stone in your hand. It was cold. Smooth. Unyielding. You had found it at the base...

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